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The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXI

Award-winning essays on courage written by sixth-eight grade students participating in The Max Warburg Courage Curriculum.

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Valentina Pratginestós Valcárcel<br />

Dawn Austin, Lis Van Meer, Teachers<br />

American School <strong>of</strong> Barcelona, Barcelona, Spain<br />

<strong>Courage</strong>. It’s an easy word to say, but a hard thing to do. <strong>Courage</strong> is being<br />

able to do something, not letting fear control you. Showing courage requires<br />

bravery <strong>and</strong> confidence. <strong>Courage</strong> is being motivated to do something from<br />

your heart, something you love, to do it with determination, <strong>and</strong> no regrets.<br />

<strong>Courage</strong> is taking a step forward to the unknown.<br />

Dry leaves fell from the trees that cold autumn day, <strong>and</strong> with them, my<br />

confidence. As I walked out the door, my head was still hanging back wanting<br />

to stay, but my legs were pushing me forward, every step was a step closer to my<br />

dread, but there was no going back now. My head started spinning, <strong>and</strong> my eyes<br />

looked back with regret as I saw the stage, with the DJ controller on it, my family<br />

waiting, <strong>and</strong> my teacher looking straight at me. That’s when I realized with<br />

horror, I had to perform my DJ session, <strong>and</strong> even worse. In front <strong>of</strong> strangers.<br />

I looked over to my partner. He had a smile from ear to ear. His body was<br />

dancing to the music he played while looking over to the spectators, fearlessly,<br />

as if nothing was wrong. I started to ask myself, how can he have the courage<br />

to st<strong>and</strong> up <strong>and</strong> DJ like nothing, in front <strong>of</strong> probably two hundred people<br />

passing by?<br />

My teacher warned me that I had to perform in five minutes, but I couldn’t.<br />

I wasn’t ready to do this. I really wanted to go up there <strong>and</strong> show the world<br />

my talents, but I remembered what I once said when I was nine years old,<br />

You can’t be a DJ Valentina, you’re too young, <strong>and</strong> you’re a girl. DJs are boys,<br />

people would think you are just a dumb little girl pretending to be something<br />

you will never get to be. So don’t even try to do it, it’s not meant to be. My eyes<br />

watered just at the thought <strong>of</strong> my own words: You can’t be a DJ Valentina. It’s<br />

just not meant to be. My legs were trembling as I stepped forward.<br />

My body moved forward with decision, looking straight to the DJ table. I<br />

started to panic. What would they think <strong>of</strong> me? What if I do it wrong? What<br />

if… nobody likes it?<br />

“Valentina, change places with your partner.”<br />

“Already?!” I screamed, my voice was shaky, my eyes watered, <strong>and</strong> I was out<br />

<strong>of</strong> breath. Why should I be scared to do something I’m already good at? I<br />

asked myself. I was doing something I like, <strong>and</strong> my whole family was there to<br />

encourage me, but I couldn’t find a way to convince myself that I could do it.<br />

Facing that public meant I couldn’t. But just like before my feet uncontrollably<br />

“A smile ran across<br />

my face; I had done<br />

the impossible.”<br />

took a step <strong>and</strong> another. I closed my eyes. Hours <strong>of</strong> work <strong>and</strong> even more <strong>of</strong><br />

dreaming build up to this moment. My eyes looked back at my parents, who<br />

were moving their h<strong>and</strong>s, pointing to the DJ table, making me move forward<br />

in agreement. I shook my head as I went forward, but quickly ran back to<br />

them. “I can’t do this,” I said nervously.<br />

“Valentina,” said my dad, “don’t worry about these people, just concentrate on<br />

what you are doing. <strong>The</strong> fact that you had once said that you can’t DJ because<br />

you’re too young <strong>and</strong> a girl can’t stop you from actually doing it! Maybe no<br />

one has ever seen a twelve-year-old DJ, but that’s why they’ll like it! You like<br />

doing DJ right? Well, go up there <strong>and</strong> show all <strong>of</strong> these people who<br />

is DJ Valentina <strong>and</strong> what she’s capable <strong>of</strong>!”<br />

“I can do it!” I screamed with joy. I put my headphones on <strong>and</strong> started<br />

mixing songs, the feeling <strong>of</strong> every beat, <strong>of</strong> every melody, made me start<br />

dancing! Everyone was looking at me, but they weren’t judging me, they were<br />

smiling at me, <strong>and</strong> cheering me on! All <strong>of</strong> those bad thoughts disappeared<br />

as the music boomed louder <strong>and</strong> louder. A smile ran across my face; I had<br />

done the impossible. I had faced my fear, but not only that, I had the courage<br />

to DJ in front <strong>of</strong> all <strong>of</strong> these people! In that moment I realized that if that<br />

nine-year-old me hadn’t said that I couldn’t DJ, I wouldn’t have had the guts<br />

to contradict myself. I looked back at my old self <strong>and</strong> said, “Don’t worry<br />

Valentina, you’re an awesome girl <strong>and</strong> nothing in the world will stop you<br />

from doing what you want. With courage, you can achieve anything in life!<br />

You’re totally wrong, Valentina! You are a DJ! And this won’t be your last time<br />

proving it!”<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Courage</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Children</strong>: <strong>Boston</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Beyond</strong><br />

Volume <strong>XXXI</strong><br />

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